One Is One by Marie Ponsot

Marie Ponsot

One Is One by Marie Ponsot

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Hello, February. We both know what this month means, my heart and I.

One Is One

Marie Ponsot

Heart, you bully, you punk, I’m wrecked, I’m shocked

stiff. You? you still try to rule the world–though

I’ve got you: identified, starving, locked

in a cage you will not leave alive, no

matter how you hate it, pound its walls,

& thrill its corridors with messages.

Brute. Spy. I trusted you. Now you reel & brawl

in your cell but I’m deaf to your rages,

your greed to go solo, your eloquent

threats of worse things you (knowing me) could do.

You scare me, bragging you’re a double agent

since jailers are prisoners’ prisoners too.

Think! Reform! Make us one. Join the rest of us,

and joy may come, and make its test of us.

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